That frightened me more than anything else.
I had seen my husband angry, exhausted, terrified, even grieving. But I had never seen him cry.
Behind him was a hospital room.
Through the glass, I could see the corner of a clear plastic bassinet.
My stomach dropped.
“James.”
He immediately walked toward me.
“I need you to sit down.”
“No.”
“Please.”
“Tell me whose baby that is.”
He looked toward the room.
Then back at me.
“There’s something I haven’t told you.”
My heart started pounding.
For one horrible second, I thought I understood.
Another woman.
An affair.
A child I knew nothing about.
I stepped away from him.
“How old is she?”
James swallowed.
